There was enough time to tear the skin, so that the flame fighting spirit of the Orik family master could be brought into full play.

At present, the red lotus created by this humanoid flame vortex machine is not only expanding in size and intensity,

It's the lifelike head of the Red Dragon!

The fierce light in the dragon's eyes, the luster on the scales, and the whitening teeth of the scorching white have all reached the level of a real creature.

The middle-aged head of the family attacked sharply the moment the fire was ripe, his hands clenched into claws, and he bit up and down.

With this action, the flame dragon head also bit violently, and at once gnawed a large piece of land in front of him, grinding his teeth like chewing bread, and strings of semi-magmatic earth and stones dripped from the corners of his mouth, like red puffy jam in bread.

With such a thrilling attack, Beludi was at the center of the dragon's mouth during the whole process, and was self-restrained by the crystal shoes, and had no intention of moving.

So everyone saw with their own eyes the whole process of pressing down the dragon's mouth, biting down, and chewing hard, and everyone thought that Bei Ludi might have some strange trick to escape, but the result was that they only saw the head of the red dragon performing to gnaw bread, and did not see any countermeasures from Bei Ludi.

"Poor fellow, he was probably scared stupid from the beginning, and the attacks from behind were even more powerless to resist, and now he has been burned to ashes. ”

The clods of soil in the dragon's mouth had been chewed clean, and there was still no movement.

After a few moments, the remaining image of the dragon's head gradually ceased to be as real as it had been, and turned back into a fiery image, Rao was still roaring proudly before the flames were all gone, showing his ferocity and majesty.

It seems that the head of the Oric family has already decided the winner and the loser, so stop the transfer of fighting spirit.

Many people think so, but only the middle-aged nobleman who is the person concerned has a frightened face and chills all over his body!

Because he didn't stop agitating the fighting spirit at all, not only that, but the fighting energy was still losing at a more violent rate, but the dragon head on the field did irreversibly fade. And the more you look at it, the more it looks like a cry for help

"In terms of momentum, it can be called the middle of the fifth order, and the actual Dou Qi cultivation is about the fourth order primary, but uncle, your actual combat experience is probably only at the third order. ”

When the flames were completely gone, Beludi reappeared in everyone's sight, her hands on her chest, palms facing each other, gently holding into a ball, a fiery red balloon breathing and beating regularly.

"Lizards are lizards, and no matter how much you feed them, they can't become dragons. ”

Beludi clasped her palms together, and the crimson ball silently disappeared. And the middle-aged head of the family fell to the ground in an instant, shivering like chaff, sweating like a faucet in the pores of his body, and in a short time, he soaked the ground under his body enough to submerge the surface of his feet!

This situation is not even enough to describe with diabetes insipidus, it is completely a situation that can only occur when the water tank is broken.

The middle-aged man trembled and asked:

"Why can't I stop losing my fighting spirit, are you a witch who hollows out men!"

"It's not me who hollows you out, it's you yourself who have unwielded the power you can't harness. ”

Beludi replied calmly:

"I said that your true cultivation should only be at the fourth order, but now it seems that you have forcibly activated the fifth-order strength of the move, it seems that the so-called divine power has not given you anything out of thin air. It's just that it breaks the body's self-defense mechanism and accelerates the overdraft of life potential. ”

"I, I also want to devote myself to cultivating martial arts, but for the sake of the revitalization of the family, I have to run the industry. I hate going out to social situations and worrying about my income and expenses every day!"

The middle-aged man didn't know who he was shouting to, but no one cared about the reservoir dog anymore. All of them plucked Ivy vigorously:

"Well played!Then now you can come with us to the palace, the Pope and the Emperor are waiting for you."

At this time, the only middle-aged person who is still dealing with is still Beludi as the winner:

"Don't complain about the path you choose. Sometimes give up something. In order to be able to concentrate more on mining the existing wealth, I might as well reveal to you, whether it is my state of mind, cultivation, or combat experience, I am a genuine sixth-order, but I don't have the convenient special abilities of the usual sixth-order! But then again, if my time-based special abilities are still retained, it is not convenient to sum up, but desperate and inexplicable. ”

"Well, uncle, you have received the guidance of a sixth-order master, Bei Ludi's current domain ability is a very peculiar attributeless special effect, if you have to summarize it in one word, it is dilution, or dilution. ”

Ivy didn't pay much attention to the earnest invitations of the princes and nobles around her, but helped Bei Ludi to explain the uncle:

"This dilution function is average in practicality, but for cultivators, it has the wonderful use of purifying and prospering, facing oneself, and returning to the basics, and it is very suitable for the dead-minded eye who is bent on upgrading. I hope you can keep in mind today's battle, and you will definitely benefit a lot from this is the advice of an eighth-order backbone and a top master who has hit the god position. ”

Well, you can think that this Ivy remarks are explanatory, but they are also irrefutably full of effects such as showing off, bragging, mending knives, and so on.

In short, after hearing this, the uncle rolled his eyes and fainted, and he didn't know if it was because of his body overdraft or because he was blown out by someone's words.

Lying down the middle-aged man, Ivy is still lukewarm towards the two groups of gods and princes.

It must have been a great hassle for these fellows to pull themselves to the Pope and help him with the unilateral assignment he had been given.

I have just arrived in Infilia, a place that has been famous for a long time, so I naturally want to visit and understand the customs first.

So in the atmosphere of Yale's Divine Son with a bitter smile on both sides, Ivy began a leisurely walk around Inchelia.

The city is a temple of sculpture and architecture.

Usually a place may have an iconic square, an auditorium, a sculpture, or something like that.

But in Infilia, one statue after another and a maverick building, it's hard to decide which one is the most important place to be a marker.

Apparently the most powerful overlord of antiquity, in the last few hundred years he has maintained neutrality and peace, which has made all luxury goods and works of art concentrated in Amphelia.

And this is just the latest sculptures and buildings, as the imperial capital of the major ancient powerful families, it is even more difficult to imagine how many antique treasures are preserved under the ground of each mansion.

In contrast, Osford is collegiate. The style is fresh and elegant.

The Graeme Empire is a fusion of sophistication and whimsy, the crystallization of engineering imagination.

The artistic attainments of the West Wind Empire are not bad, but they are all deeds praising the God of Light, and they are a little tired and even depressed after watching it for a long time.

As for the Snow Owl Empire, not to mention, it is stupid and black on the outside, but gold is everywhere on the inside, and it is a local tyrant nouveau riche.

"A hundred schools of thought contend, blossoming flowers. ”

Ivy has the intention of showing off her elegance and staying in all kinds of literary and artistic well-being. edification, but the prince and his entourage, as the host, had a coarse face and despised those intoxicating sculptures as worthless:

"What's the point of seeing these big road goods? If Saint Ivy likes it, why don't you go directly to the palace, this kind of sculpture or oil painting or something is stacked on top of each other, you can see seven or eight pieces at a glance!"

Khan, how can there be a stack of artworks, and you still swallow dates and look at "seven or eight pieces at a glance"?

And it is the first prince of Inphilia who said this, and the nobleman of the nobles, you can be proud. But don't be dirty!

It was now night, and the team at the front gate to welcome the snow-capped mountain homecoming group had entered the city.

Originally, I wanted to see more of the night view of Inphilia, but the prince led such a large group of powerful ministers and did not go to greet the soldiers of the two major families. But accompanying a few little girls in circles, it's really weird.

At the main gate, the procession of the Prime Minister and General Sak's subordinates was huge.

The descendants of these two groups of families actually formed a good relationship, and it was witnessed by countless soldiers on the battlefield. It is definitely a good story that can be registered in the history books, and it is also a good theme for troubadours from all walks of life to add fuel and vinegar.

In contrast, the royal family of Infelia was held in a corner. It's embarrassing.

"How can such a lively gathering be done without a kick? Inphilia's family has a great cause, presumably there will be no shortage of lights and fireworks, and the night scene full of sculptures must be wonderful, and today is really worth the trip. ”

Ivy twisted her neck towards Xiao Xiaowei, and the demon pet immediately understood, leaving aside the prince and the others and running to the crowd of the returning group.

"What's flying?"

"Could it be an assassin!"

"What a bold man, dare to go wild in front of so many people!"

"I actually rushed into the happy event of Young Master Balligion, and I was impatient!"

On the one hand, the official elites were furious, and on the other hand, there were people who cheered:

"I've long been tired of seeing that kind of fat pig like Balligion can marry the goddess Richie, which hero stepped forward?"

"Good job, brother!

"Hey, all the people who come are women?"

"It doesn't matter, do you want to be a hero or a coward, even if it's only for a few minutes"

These troublemakers are also young children of some middle-class families, who are at the age when no one is convinced.

In an instant, all kinds of fighting magic complemented each other, a hundred times more wonderful than the ceremonial flowers.

At that time, Licene and Ballygoon, who were standing together on the float, had stiff expressions and a lot of estrangement, but when they saw Ivy's figure, they suddenly became acquiescing:

"Don't get me wrong, she's my friend!"

"Boss, you're here, little brother, I've always remembered your teachings."

At a glance, the two seem to be quite close, and it provoked all the sons and brothers in the audience to beat their chests and shout that the cabbage was arched by the pig.

"It seems that you are the matchmaker who facilitated their marriage by Lichenie's letters? Although everyone knows about this kind of political marriage, it is still a good thing to be able to smooth the knot in the hearts of juniors. ”

The elegant old man's voice was clear, and it was clearly distinguishable even in the noisy carnival.

"I heard that my son had passed you in advance, that stinky boy seems to have always been interesting to you, but he was taught a lesson one after another, and in the end, not only did he die completely, but he also recognized you as the boss? Hahaha, I think you are the right couple, why don't you hold a ceremony together as a concubine, or be willing to be a stepmother to the stinky boy!"

The words of the vulgar martial artist are typical drunken nonsense, but from the standpoint of a senior martial arts master, Ivy analyzes that this Sack general is imposing and cannot say that he has some real skills.

"Your circle is also chaotic enough, but I was tired of watching carnivals and other activities when I was in the Snow Mountain, and I just attracted the citizens while you were making a fuss, so I should find some clean spots to cultivate my sentiments. ”

Ivy glanced at the long-known general and prime minister, maybe it would be interesting to have time to fight with these two?

Just when her mind was full of delusions, a golden light like a canopy suddenly descended from the top of everyone's heads, and a pair of golden dragon wings circled over, and an old man on the dragon's back exhaled:

"Miss Alice, you have made an appointment to do Inphilia a favor, why haven't you been able to meet for so long?"

"That's the Emperor of Inphilia!?"

The crowd was boiling in an instant, the emperor rarely showed up, this time it was rare to get a glimpse, not to welcome the marriage of two totalitarian families, but to find a girl on purpose?

As for Ivy, according to her past behavior, the more someone from above pointed fingers at her, the more it would inspire some kind of donkey to do it.

This time, however, things are a little different.

She silently stopped playing with her younger brothers, and didn't even say hello to Beludi, Annette and the others, and Wu got up from her chair and slowly and solemnly floated to the golden dragon in the air to answer the emperor's invitation.

Because, this emperor seems to be even more chaotic than Ivy, and he actually showed his fighting spirit against his subjects on his own land!

And in the curtain of Douqi that dyed the night sky brilliant gold, the tower-like buildings that hung upside down from top to bottom were reflected, as if the scene of another space irrefutably showed that the emperor was also an eighth-order master! (To be continued......